Verse 1) Twelve years of weaving our lives to become each other’s allies, Yet now we are ghosts in a cold, echoing cycle of our lives. The calendars turn, but the pages are dry, While I keep waiting for you to even try. Under the weight of a long, slow goodbye, I’m watching the light leave your eyes. (Chorus) We’re just roommates in separate spaces, With polite, distant smiles on our familiar faces. No touch as you pass, no hands under my clothes, No "I miss you" kiss—just the wind as it blows. Just the hollow, hard sound of our feet on the floor, In a relationship that doesn't feel like a real anymore. (Verse 2) While I’ve been waiting for you to share your heart and your past, For an intimacy and a name that was meant to last. But I feel we are playing a part in a passionless game, Standing in the ashes, but there’s no more flame. I still have the hunger, the heat, and the light, When the world could be just us in the middle of night. (Chorus) We’re just roommates in separate spaces, With polite, distant smiles on our familiar faces. No touch as you pass, no hands under my clothes, No "I miss you" kiss—just the wind as it blows. Just the hollow, hard sound of our feet on the floor, In a relationship that doesn't feel like a real anymore. (Bridge) The bed is a desert, a vast, silent sea, With a border of ice between you and me. There’s no fire to warm us, no craving to hold, Just a story of love that’s grown brittle and old. I want to reach out to find what you have lost, But I’m frozen in place by the thickness of your frost. (Outro) Is there love in your silence? Or just the routine? A flicker of "us" in the spaces between? I’m holding the ghost of the life that I thought we could be, Trying to remember the "you" and the "me." Twelve years is a lifetime to simply let go, But it’s lonely as hell in this house made of snow. But there’s a spark beneath the ice if you’re willing to win, By pressing your lips to the heat of my naked skin. Break the distance with a whisper, pull me close and hold me tight, Let those little touches under my clothes bring back the light. Don’t let the fire die out, don’t let the embers turn to grey, Just touch me often enough to chase the hollow ghost away. You can melt the border, we can bridge the silent divide, If you’ll just reach across the bed and find the love you inside. Please let the ghosts slip away.

Your ghost